Post by lena on Dec 16, 2012 23:36:56 GMT
Basic Information
Name: Lena Levine (Lay-nuh Leh-veen)
Nickname/Alias: Lock-On Levine / Silver Striker (All one may see before they die may be a flash of silver)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5' 6''
Weight: 120
Affiliation: Pirate
Rank: B
Personal Information
Vessel: The Captain's Daughter (Will RP IC her joining of the crew)
Hometown: Water 7
Physical Description:
Lena has a tiny frame supported by long, luscious legs. She generally doesn't tan, so she's paler than most people she meets. No freckles adorn her face, and she avoids wearing most jewelry, as it could potentially reveal her location to others (making her thieving more difficult).
She has strawberry-blonde hair that reaches the bottom of her butt when let down. Generally, she seems uncaring and even cruel, as she is a woman of few words. She has violet-colored eyes that she tries to keep her emotions from swirling within, but sometimes her true feelings leak out, despite her rigid outer physique. Her skin is soft, and her hair smells of vanilla at all times.
Clothing:
Lena almost always has her hair up with a green ribbon and her hidden knife - it comes undone when she sleeps and when she pulls the knife out. She generally wears a black turtleneck, sleeveless top and a skort to match. Her knife holder is a leather cross strap around her waist. She wears black, flat sandals. A black beaded necklace rests upon her neck simply for the sake of Lena wanting to feel a tad bit more feminine.
Picture: Click!
Personality Lena likes to lurk around marketplaces and the like - places she can easily be hidden. Ever since she was young, she's had a fondness for expensive things, and this led to her tendency to steal shiny, expensive-looking objects.
She is often described as cold-hearted, which is true to an extent. She cares for her own well-being more than anyone she has met so far. She believes that the strong in the world survive and rise to the top - the rest should pool beneath the strong and whither away. She wishes to someday work for the really strong rulers of the world (she's not kidding herself into thinking she's made of muscle) since that will keep her in higher society and at a higher standard of living, and in order to help her along, she has learned a great deal of the world and its maps. This would help her, were she to become a navigator. This has inspired her to leave her hometown and find the place where the most prestigious, rich people live, in order to have the most out of life. (Her viewpoints and motivations will probably change as she lives among her crew mates.)
Likes: Crowded places, lizards, shiny objects, expensive things, knives
Dislikes: Ice, cold places, grime and slime, children, water
History
Lena grew up in an orphanage, never knowing who her family was. Upon turning 18, she was released from the orphanage and sought refuge wherever possible. Luckily for her, she had been pick-pocketing the coats of people ever since she was 15, so the skill had sunk in by then. A few people know of her ways and call upon her to do odd jobs for them - sneak a note into someone's pocket, steal a ring back from a past lover, etc - and some of the more shady characters will even ask her to gain information for them, whether it be verbal or written documents.
She hates reading books and would prefer to watch clouds and lounge about, but she found old, medical textbooks in a floorboard of the orphanage when she was 16. Thinking them to be secretive, she took the time to read them when she had a moment alone. (Therefore she knows the pressure points of the body.)
Her fondness of nice things comes from her past at the orphanage - no one child ever had too much for themselves, and they all had to share pretty much everything. The living conditions were poor, despite the place looking decently kept. Therefore, in order to never return to such conditions, Lena takes it upon herself to take from those more fortunate and give to herself.
When she was 8 years old, she fell into one of the many water routes across the city. Not knowing how to swim, she almost drowned. This has instilled a fear in her of drowning, but in order to overcome it, she forced herself to learn the basics. She isn't a great swimmer to date, but she can keep herself afloat if needed. She would prefer never to set foot in even a pool, if she can help it.
Extra Information
Extra Clothing:
Extra Weapons: She does not have the sword in her FC photo - instead, she has a set of six throwing knives she keeps strapped to her hips. She places two on the edges of the front of her hips (four total - two per hip) and two hidden ones (one in her hair to help keep it in place and one strapped to her left thigh underneath her skort, so it remains out of sight.)
Relationships: None
Rp Sample:
Eve was having issues speaking from her frustration. I can't believe that damned Hufflepuff is fending off my attacks! Her rage was boiling, and she imagined that steam was poring out of her ears with a shrill cry of a hot kettle piercing the air. Of course, no such thing happened; Hogwarts was a school of witches and wizards, not a mental facility holding kettle-turned lunatics. Clenching her teeth, Eve watched the blonde non-bombshell work some magic. Sarah had decided to use water against her Gryffindor counterpart along with a little spell called Depulso: a spell that happened to bring back unwanted memories of smouldering bird guts.
Shivering, Eve licked her lips, watching the incoming aqua projectile approach. It seemed as though it moved in slow motion; either Eve's brain was moving 1000 miles a minute, or she was just going crazy. Either was certainly plausible; Eve wasn't one to boast about her sanity or brainpower, so for all the world knew, she could be part veela. It would bring me a step closer to Gilderoy's godly level, she thought, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath. She could almost smell his seductive scent.
But almost wasn't quite good enough - no, not nearly good enough. Eve needed to be up close and personal with her dreamboat, and by golly, was she going to make that happen. But first, she mused begrudgingly, I must take care of... it.
Half of a second had gone by as Eve thought this. Her opponent's water missile was still taking its deadly march onwards, but Eve was momentarily unavailable. She was lost in her mind's musings, and it was going to take more than some pitiful water spell to take her from them.
Eve's mind eye switched its gaze from her future lover to the abomination standing before her - Sarah Carstairs. It's going to take hours of staring at Gilderoy to make up for this brat's hideous physique. She mentally clicked her tongue and walked in circles around the Hufflepuff, like a lion playing with its prey. Time to pounce.
A growl burst forth from the previously silent Eve Furey. It reverberated off of the Great Hall's four walls, ripping through Eve's chest like a revving automobile engine. With a quick flick of her wrist, Eve hoarsely whispered, "Protego Maxima." A light, transparent film spread in a circle from her wand, creating a bubble around her body. It shimmered from the sunlight sneaking in through unguarded windows, and Eve knew it would greatly compliment Gilderoy's skin tone. Nodding at this, she waved her wand in an oval formation, her lips forming the words "Fianto Duri."
Golden light slipped through the cracks of the wood underneath Eve's feet; it appeared in the expanse of her mini circle, and where the light touched Eve's shield began to glow. The shield still shimmered and was slightly transparent, and now it radiated its warm, golden light across the expanse of the room. Silence filled the Great Hall; it was as though all living creatures waited with bated breath, unable to take their eyes from the spectacle before them.
The blast of water hit Eve's shield, successfully breaking the silence as water hit the stage in a cascade of splashes. Eve's figure within the shield could barely be seen as the water gracefully flowed down the sides of her barrier, masking her body in what looked like the golden drink of the gods - ambrosia.
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Special Skills
Name: Lock-On
Description: Using her Kenbunshoku Haki, Lena is able to pinpoint the location of a person within 30 meters. By using this, she is also to pinpoint a specific spot on a person to throw something (a knife, for example) at. Her accuracy is dead-on if she's within 20 meters of the person. If she is any farther away, she has a good chance of hitting, just not in the desired location. (Within those 30 meters, of course.)
Name: Aim and accuracy skill
Description: This is something Lena has gained over the years. It's merely her ability to have pretty accurate throwing in general - even without her haki. This has been worked over the years, as for some thieving jobs (whether business of pleasure) you must kill/knock-out people. She has a general sense of depth and force required for injury, as a part of this.
Name: Pressure
Description: Lena has read up on old, medical textbooks and learned the pressure points of the body in order to temporarily paralyze or knock people unconscious. This must be done at close range with her palms.
Name: Stealth
Description: Being a thief requires one to be stealthy - Lena is able to sneak around and slip through crowds nearly undetected. She can move across areas rather quietly as well, and she wears her black clothing to help slip through shadows fairly undetected.
Name: Lena Levine (Lay-nuh Leh-veen)
Nickname/Alias: Lock-On Levine / Silver Striker (All one may see before they die may be a flash of silver)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5' 6''
Weight: 120
Affiliation: Pirate
Rank: B
Personal Information
Vessel: The Captain's Daughter (Will RP IC her joining of the crew)
Hometown: Water 7
Physical Description:
Lena has a tiny frame supported by long, luscious legs. She generally doesn't tan, so she's paler than most people she meets. No freckles adorn her face, and she avoids wearing most jewelry, as it could potentially reveal her location to others (making her thieving more difficult).
She has strawberry-blonde hair that reaches the bottom of her butt when let down. Generally, she seems uncaring and even cruel, as she is a woman of few words. She has violet-colored eyes that she tries to keep her emotions from swirling within, but sometimes her true feelings leak out, despite her rigid outer physique. Her skin is soft, and her hair smells of vanilla at all times.
Clothing:
Lena almost always has her hair up with a green ribbon and her hidden knife - it comes undone when she sleeps and when she pulls the knife out. She generally wears a black turtleneck, sleeveless top and a skort to match. Her knife holder is a leather cross strap around her waist. She wears black, flat sandals. A black beaded necklace rests upon her neck simply for the sake of Lena wanting to feel a tad bit more feminine.
Picture: Click!
Personality Lena likes to lurk around marketplaces and the like - places she can easily be hidden. Ever since she was young, she's had a fondness for expensive things, and this led to her tendency to steal shiny, expensive-looking objects.
She is often described as cold-hearted, which is true to an extent. She cares for her own well-being more than anyone she has met so far. She believes that the strong in the world survive and rise to the top - the rest should pool beneath the strong and whither away. She wishes to someday work for the really strong rulers of the world (she's not kidding herself into thinking she's made of muscle) since that will keep her in higher society and at a higher standard of living, and in order to help her along, she has learned a great deal of the world and its maps. This would help her, were she to become a navigator. This has inspired her to leave her hometown and find the place where the most prestigious, rich people live, in order to have the most out of life. (Her viewpoints and motivations will probably change as she lives among her crew mates.)
Likes: Crowded places, lizards, shiny objects, expensive things, knives
Dislikes: Ice, cold places, grime and slime, children, water
History
Lena grew up in an orphanage, never knowing who her family was. Upon turning 18, she was released from the orphanage and sought refuge wherever possible. Luckily for her, she had been pick-pocketing the coats of people ever since she was 15, so the skill had sunk in by then. A few people know of her ways and call upon her to do odd jobs for them - sneak a note into someone's pocket, steal a ring back from a past lover, etc - and some of the more shady characters will even ask her to gain information for them, whether it be verbal or written documents.
She hates reading books and would prefer to watch clouds and lounge about, but she found old, medical textbooks in a floorboard of the orphanage when she was 16. Thinking them to be secretive, she took the time to read them when she had a moment alone. (Therefore she knows the pressure points of the body.)
Her fondness of nice things comes from her past at the orphanage - no one child ever had too much for themselves, and they all had to share pretty much everything. The living conditions were poor, despite the place looking decently kept. Therefore, in order to never return to such conditions, Lena takes it upon herself to take from those more fortunate and give to herself.
When she was 8 years old, she fell into one of the many water routes across the city. Not knowing how to swim, she almost drowned. This has instilled a fear in her of drowning, but in order to overcome it, she forced herself to learn the basics. She isn't a great swimmer to date, but she can keep herself afloat if needed. She would prefer never to set foot in even a pool, if she can help it.
Extra Information
Extra Clothing:
Extra Weapons: She does not have the sword in her FC photo - instead, she has a set of six throwing knives she keeps strapped to her hips. She places two on the edges of the front of her hips (four total - two per hip) and two hidden ones (one in her hair to help keep it in place and one strapped to her left thigh underneath her skort, so it remains out of sight.)
Relationships: None
Rp Sample:
Eve was having issues speaking from her frustration. I can't believe that damned Hufflepuff is fending off my attacks! Her rage was boiling, and she imagined that steam was poring out of her ears with a shrill cry of a hot kettle piercing the air. Of course, no such thing happened; Hogwarts was a school of witches and wizards, not a mental facility holding kettle-turned lunatics. Clenching her teeth, Eve watched the blonde non-bombshell work some magic. Sarah had decided to use water against her Gryffindor counterpart along with a little spell called Depulso: a spell that happened to bring back unwanted memories of smouldering bird guts.
Shivering, Eve licked her lips, watching the incoming aqua projectile approach. It seemed as though it moved in slow motion; either Eve's brain was moving 1000 miles a minute, or she was just going crazy. Either was certainly plausible; Eve wasn't one to boast about her sanity or brainpower, so for all the world knew, she could be part veela. It would bring me a step closer to Gilderoy's godly level, she thought, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath. She could almost smell his seductive scent.
But almost wasn't quite good enough - no, not nearly good enough. Eve needed to be up close and personal with her dreamboat, and by golly, was she going to make that happen. But first, she mused begrudgingly, I must take care of... it.
Half of a second had gone by as Eve thought this. Her opponent's water missile was still taking its deadly march onwards, but Eve was momentarily unavailable. She was lost in her mind's musings, and it was going to take more than some pitiful water spell to take her from them.
Eve's mind eye switched its gaze from her future lover to the abomination standing before her - Sarah Carstairs. It's going to take hours of staring at Gilderoy to make up for this brat's hideous physique. She mentally clicked her tongue and walked in circles around the Hufflepuff, like a lion playing with its prey. Time to pounce.
A growl burst forth from the previously silent Eve Furey. It reverberated off of the Great Hall's four walls, ripping through Eve's chest like a revving automobile engine. With a quick flick of her wrist, Eve hoarsely whispered, "Protego Maxima." A light, transparent film spread in a circle from her wand, creating a bubble around her body. It shimmered from the sunlight sneaking in through unguarded windows, and Eve knew it would greatly compliment Gilderoy's skin tone. Nodding at this, she waved her wand in an oval formation, her lips forming the words "Fianto Duri."
Golden light slipped through the cracks of the wood underneath Eve's feet; it appeared in the expanse of her mini circle, and where the light touched Eve's shield began to glow. The shield still shimmered and was slightly transparent, and now it radiated its warm, golden light across the expanse of the room. Silence filled the Great Hall; it was as though all living creatures waited with bated breath, unable to take their eyes from the spectacle before them.
The blast of water hit Eve's shield, successfully breaking the silence as water hit the stage in a cascade of splashes. Eve's figure within the shield could barely be seen as the water gracefully flowed down the sides of her barrier, masking her body in what looked like the golden drink of the gods - ambrosia.
Read more: onepieceislands.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=character&action=display&thread=6#ixzz2FFuRhHy9
Special Skills
Name: Lock-On
Description: Using her Kenbunshoku Haki, Lena is able to pinpoint the location of a person within 30 meters. By using this, she is also to pinpoint a specific spot on a person to throw something (a knife, for example) at. Her accuracy is dead-on if she's within 20 meters of the person. If she is any farther away, she has a good chance of hitting, just not in the desired location. (Within those 30 meters, of course.)
Name: Aim and accuracy skill
Description: This is something Lena has gained over the years. It's merely her ability to have pretty accurate throwing in general - even without her haki. This has been worked over the years, as for some thieving jobs (whether business of pleasure) you must kill/knock-out people. She has a general sense of depth and force required for injury, as a part of this.
Name: Pressure
Description: Lena has read up on old, medical textbooks and learned the pressure points of the body in order to temporarily paralyze or knock people unconscious. This must be done at close range with her palms.
Name: Stealth
Description: Being a thief requires one to be stealthy - Lena is able to sneak around and slip through crowds nearly undetected. She can move across areas rather quietly as well, and she wears her black clothing to help slip through shadows fairly undetected.